Tall and jubilant, like you I want to stand.
Share a story with me.
You can hold me by the hand.
Teach me to see through your eyes,
to be still like you, strong like you.
Beneath your blanket I sit,
Hoping to learn from your wit.
To dance like you in the wind.
Share with me... the wisdom imparted to you by your long years.
On your roots I'll leave my fears.
Tell me... Do you weep like me?
Pry and cry like me?
Do you wonder as the wind ruffles your fingers,
why they go from green to orange, from orange to red, and to green again?
Tell me what the wind whispers into your ear.
And tell me - when she whispers - do you smile and sing?
Smile and sing.... like me?
Or is there nothing else to you, but simply being a tree.
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